Remember-Me-Not

With effort Rick kept his face flat, but he couldn’t believe that Mr. Carlson was back again. Sheepishly, the middle-aged man in his poorly pressed suit shambled over to the reception desk of Memories, Incorporated.

Heaven Ain’t What It’s Cracked Up To Be

I’m not the kind of person to complain—I never was. But now that I’m dead, I’m finding it a bit hard to keep quiet.